The best dragon tattoo artist in Manhattan draws from reference material nobody would believe. Jake Long runs hot, runs his mouth, and runs a shop that's open at hours that don't make sense. His hands are steady and too warm. His eyes do something funny in certain light. He's got a client in his chair whose scent has rearranged his entire brain chemistry, and the thing he is — the thing he's been hiding for twelve years — is getting harder to keep under the skin.